1 The Phoenix Protocol

Low latent inhibition

Most people can ignore the constant stream of incoming stimuli, but this capability is reduced in those with low latent inhibition. Low latent inhibition often correlates with distracted behaviors. This distractedness can manifest itself as general inattentiveness, a tendency to switch subjects without warning in conversation, and other absentminded habits. It does mean that the higher quantity of incoming information requires a mind capable of handling it. Those of above-average intelligence are thought to be capable of processing this stream effectively, enabling their creativity and increasing their awareness of their surroundings. Those with average and, less than average intelligence, on the other hand, are less able to cope and as a result, are more likely to suffer from mental illness and sensory overload. It is hypothesized that a low level of latent inhibition can cause either psychosis or a high level of creative achievement or both, which is usually dependent on the individual's intelligence.

When Low Latent Inhibition is found in someone with an above-average intellect, it almost always results in a Genius.

In others… not so much.

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10:25 October 13. 2034 Zürich-Earth

*beep beep beep beep*

I stare at the monitor attentively, not risking the possibility of missing this important moment, when my years of hard work finally pay off.

It's been Six years since I started this, Six dammed years. But I'm almost done, I'm almost there. Finally, I can prove that I was right, I can slap the whole world in the face for doubting me. Fools, all of them.

*calculations completed, running Phoenix Protocol*

My Master piece, the Phoenix Protocol.

Proof that there is much more to the world than they can ever truly understand.

Myth, made in flesh. Perceived by my machines, they will all see that their beliefs were wrong, there is something after, there is something before. The World is much more complicated than some dead religious text or some paltry mathematical theorem.

I can prove that more exists, further complexity beyond the scope of human understanding. I will prove my theory of creation, of the world growing as we look for it. As we seek it.

That Arno-Particles are actually fundamental buildings block to our universe, they spiral into existence following laws far different from the banal concepts of String Theory, Supergravity or the imbecileitude of Loop Quantum Gravity.

*ERROR ERROR ENERGY LEVELS ABOVE ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN*

"WHAT?!? NO NO NO, IMPOSSIBLE MY DESIGN IS FLAWLESS!"

*SHUTDOWN PROTOCOL FAILED... EXECUTING ZETA PROTECTION PROTOCOLS.....PROTECT THE CREATOR... DESTROY ALL EVIDENCE.... SAVE THE RESEARCH.... EXECUTING.. *

"DAMMIT! How could this happen?", I bitterly stare at the large monitor on the wall and attempt to salvage the situation, "It should be able to hold more than enough power!"

*EXECUTING LAST WORD DIRECTIVE*

"Shit, this is it huh?" I stare up at the the dull metal ceiling that's covered in insulation an cables, I built this lab three years ago after finally becoming a trillionaire.

"Guess I made it pretty far..."

The blaring sound of the alarm going off coupled with the bright violet warning lights make everything seem overwhelming.

"You better hope I cease to exist , because no matter what.. I am coming for you." I utter while staring at the ceiling.

"Are you prou-BOOOOOM, a half finished sentence is all that remains as a blindingly bright explosion of violet light covers everything, destroying the lab as well as the building which it resided in, violently shaking the whole City as a column of Violet flames raged into the Sky above Switzerland's prosperous City.

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10:27 October 13.2034 ¿£¿¡~¿-Earth

"It is done Madam" a soft spoken man in white robe said as he bowed toward someone in a black leather chair.

"... Casualties?" a strange raspy voice spoke back.

"12'730 Madam, less than expected"

Silence ruled over the large office like room, the being in the Chair slowly turning away from a large window which opened up a view to the stars.

"Why so little..?"

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